Cable country Poem by Hardik Vaidya

Cables of all types, threading and snaking.Through light poles, Tree holes, Atop roofs, Through window holes, Carrying young virgins, Hot housewives, With glittering earrings, Nice curves and pretty heels, Fancy husbandsGood looking singles, Mother in laws, Father in laws, And oodles of jingles, Advertisements with fresh pepper, All of them crying dont change the channel, Why do they worry, They cable in our mindsIs sold to them for ever.